The Mayor Drinks A Pitcher Of:
About five minutes after closing time at O'Malley's barMayor Rob Ford bursts through the front door
"O'Malley, O'Malley" sputters Hizzonner.
"Need the strongest, biggest drink ya got,
important press conference early in the morning
been smoking crack all night'" Ford manages to wheeze out.
"Well now Mr Mayor," says the good O'Malley with a merry
twinkle in his eye.
"I could mix you up a good stout pitcher of Anom."
"Fine, fine O'Malley, make it a strong one!" Mr Ford chortles.
In a better mood now the mayor asks.
"By the way, what is an Anom O'Malley?"
"That would be you straight and sober big Rob."
Says O'Malley as someone in the wings plays a drumroll
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2014-05-03 at 00:21
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